Kaley Cuoco

Age: 32

Height: 5'6

Weight: 125 lbs

Bust: 32C

Hometown: Camarillo, California

Record: 4 - 5

Wins: Kaley Cuoco (59%) defeats Sophia Bush (41%)

Kaley Cuoco (51%) defeats Stacy Keibler (49%)

Kaley Cuoco (48%) *UPSETS* Maitland Ward (52%) via RNG

Kaley Cuoco (46%) *UPSETS* Maria Kanellis (54%) via RNG

Losses: Kat Dennings (57%) defeats Kaley Cuoco (43%)

Brooklyn Decker (60%) defeats Kaley Cuoco (40%)

Jessica Biel (63%) defeats Kaley Cuoco (37%)

Jessica Alba (54%) defeats Kaley Cuoco (46%)

Michelle Trachtenberg (51%) defeats Kaley Cuoco (49%)

Injuries: Jessica Biel (63%) defeats Kaley Cuoco (37%) - Concussion - 3 Weeks

Rivals: Kat Dennings (0 - 1)

Kat Dennings (57%) defeats Kaley Cuoco (43%)

Kaley Cuoco vs. Brooklyn Decker

"Brooklyn pirhouette in stunned shock, clutching her naked bosom with both hands, mouth frozen agape as she wheeled just in time to see Kaley sling her diamond-studded bra over the ropes. In a split second the sculpted actress scooped up her SI model counterpart in an engulfing bearhug, mercilessly cinching her arms around Brooklyn's slender waistline. Decker breathlessly gagged as Kaley locked wrists at the small of her back, Brooklyn's bronzed gams hiking up around Kaley's hips in an attempt to relieve some of the immense pressure.

Brooklyn's larger frame draped over Kaley's shoulders, shoving and clawing feverishly at Kaley's chin hoping to turn her head and break the breathtaking hug. Kaley struggled to keep the squirming blonde under control until finally the obvious rebuttal dawned on the ailing Decker, snaking her arms around the back of Kaley's neck and roping her into a breast smother. Brooklyn's fleshy orbs surrounded Kaley's aghast features, mushrooming against her rosy cheeks and completely devouring her between her cleavage. 

Suddenly there was an even more desperate blonde as Cuoco's muffled screams vibrated from between Brooklyn's milky DDs, her arms falling off the bearhug and flailing at Brooklyn's thighs with little success. Like a sack of dead weight Kaley crumbled to her knees with a thud, still trapped like a wounded animal in Brooklyn's anaconda-vice. With her strength waning, Brooklyn sank to her backside with a motionless Cuoco in-tow, wringing her neck once more to ensure she was gone. Brooklyn scoffed as if the outcome had never been in doubt, slinging the limp blonde out of her lap to her backside and hooking her leg for a 3-count pin."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Jessica Biel vs. Kaley Cuoco

"The elder Biel was stoic; unflappable as a desperate Kaley continued to ratchet up the aggression as her prospects continued to dwindle. Jess sternly looked on as a furious Cuoco held the splintered remains of her own bottoms in one palm, huffing strands of disheveled, sweat-soaked bangs from her eyes before rushing the ever-composed Biel.

Kaley was unapologetic at having been stripped bottomless, catcalls raining down on the sculpted blonde as she sprint toward Biel who refused to retreat. At the last possible moment she flung her bottoms toward Jess in an attempt to distract her, the soaked spandex clapping against Jessica's shoulder as their two toned frames made sickening contact. Like a flash of lightning, Jess artfully dipped her shoulder and skewered the charging Cuoco through her abdomen, Biel's back heel skidding a few inches before anchoring into the canvas.

Suddenly Jess exploded upward from her crouched stance, hoisting a breathless Kaley past the reach of her tippy toes and athletically slinging her frame toward the mat with a spine-tingling form tackle. Kaley's hunched form nearly bore a hole through the canvas as Jess whipped her to the ground, the back of her skull trampolining off the mat in a nasty car crash collision. Jess hooked one of Kaley's lifeless stems but the damage had already been done; a resounding 3-count seeming to last an eternity for the bare-assed, barely-conscious blonde".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stacy Keibler vs. Kaley Cuoco

"The margin between these two blondes had been razor thin all night before Stacy's comfortability in the ring started to take over; using her neverending reach to sling Kaley toward the far ropes. The ever-confident, buoyant blonde danced across the ring like a weightless ballerina as a struggling Kaley helplessly sprung off the ropes, trampolining across the ring toward a rapidly approaching Keibler. As athletic as anyone to grace the CWF, Stacy wound up for her signature Spinning Heel Kick; taking her eyes off the target for just a split second as she pirouette.

For the first time all night, Kaley was thankful to be only 5'6; alertly dipping underneath Stacy's roundhouse kick and rebounding once again off the opposite ropes at Stacy's back. Kaley picked up speed off the ropes and lunged into Stacy as she recklessly wheeled back around, whipping the bony joint of her elbow into the blonde's agape jaw.

Time seemed to stop as a sickening crack of flesh erupted from the center of the ring; Stacy's lithe frame going completely stiff before lifelessly tumbling to the mat like a felled redwood. The unconscious blonde's limbs splattered as she crumpled to the canvas, violently twitching as she slid spread eagle on her back. The entire arena could hardly believe what they just saw as Kaley towered over Keibler, panting and planting a smooch on her own forearm, the weapon of destruction. With an elated grin she stepped up to the lifeless body of her fellow blonde and planted a victorious heel on her rising bosom, calling for a token 3-count from the official".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Jessica Alba vs. Kaley Cuoco (Skin-to-Win Match)

"The stunning pair of Cali natives drifted opposite one another after what had been considered by many to be a truly shocking outcome thus far. The disappointing, fan favorite blonde continued her run of futility by putting forth another pitiful effort; the elder Alba having run circles around her from the jump, stripping the sculpted acress of her titillating, lacey bra and panties which were now strewn about the ring floor. Heavy beads of sweat trickled over Jess' heaving bosom, her golden brown nipples stiffening as the cool arena air brushed against her newly freed pair. Meanwhile, Kaley exhaustedly clung to her only badge of success from this bout, Alba's tattered spandex top. Though the brunette's micro-bottoms were the only shred of clothing either was wearing at this point, the gap between the two fighters felt insurmountable.

With an elegant, athletic pirouette, Alba sprung across the ring and pumped one of her powerful stems into Kaley's flexing gut; a throaty "GGGRRUUUUUUUUUGGGHHH" bursting from the blonde's pursed lips. Cuoco instantly crumpled into a sputtering heap against the corner turnbuckle, her once-proud frame now spiritlessly slumped over itself as she skid to a clumsy stop on her ass. A stream of drool dribbled from Kaley's bottom lip as she breathlessly heaved for oxygen, clutching her teardropping bosom as she meekly lulled to her side on her hip.

So confident was Alba that she'd battered all the fight out of the spasming Cuoco, the brunette sensually shimmied out of her own bottoms in the dead center of the ring, leveling the playing field in this Skin-to-Win battle. The entire arena went breathlessly silent as the thin landing strip over her sleek, stunning pussy slowly peeked out from above the waistband of her sagging bottoms, finally stepping out of her thong and slinging the bunched material toward a writhing Cuoco. Without wasting another second, Alba retreated a handful of steps and skipped forward once again, this time leaping into the air and bulldozing the downed blonde with a brutal Bronco Buster. Alba aggressively bucked and bounced her bare crotch repeatedly against Kaley's limp skull, her cranium rattling against the turnbuckle until she fell completely slack, slumping lifelessly to the mat between Jess' toned thighs.

Another nimble maneuver saw Alba sensually dismount her convulsing pommel horse with a backwards roll, standing over the spasming blonde before planting her heel against Kaley's mountainous, twitching bosom. The blonde's fleshy tits mushroomed flat to her chest as her head lulled to one side, unable to muster so much as a groan as the final 3-count rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Michelle Trachtenberg vs. Kaley Cuoco (Skin-to-Win Match)

"The CWF seemingly pulled out all the stops for their highly-publicized Skin-to-Win Pay-Per-View. Social media was buzzing with mouth-watering anticipation for the opening bout of the stacked card. Kaley Cuoco and Michelle Trachtenberg, two fan-favorites whom were in desperate need of a win, were first to compete. Both women tried to hide their anxiety as they squared off in the ring. The notoriously humiliating stipulation of stripping one's competition nude before securing a pinfall consumed the minds of the competitors, the thousands of fans in attendance and the millions of fans watching at home.

Kaley Cuoco, her blonde hair tied in a messy bun and her body clothed in an oversized shirt and grey sweatpants, was no stranger to the degrading stipulation, having participated in the first ever Skin-to-Win PPV, -- a bout she decisively lost to Jessica Alba. In an effort to calm her mind, focused on her breathing instead of the deafening chants of "We want puppies!" (A slang pro-wrestling phrase for, "we want to see your tits") rang through the building. Kaley's attempt at tranquility was brought to an abrupt halt from the throbbing pain spreading across her chest.

Michelle Trachtenberg, her raven hair flowing down her back, made the bold decision to wear the bare essentials. Michelle showed off her toned torso with a black, compression sports bra. Her skin-tight black yoga pants hugged the curves of her lean legs and firm ass. Women typically wore more layers in order to hinder their opponent from stripping them nude. Michelle, however, was obviously dressed to please the fans and judging by the camera flashes and cheers, she was doing just that. It's for this reason, the crowd cheered as Michelle landed a sharp chop to Kaley's concealed breasts, sending the blonde toward the ropes. Kaley winced as Michelle landed another knife-edge chop to her chest.

Fight or flight kicked in for the sunkissed blonde and Kaley's brain chose flight. Cuoco rolled out of the ring and ran as Michelle chased after. The two women worked up a sweat as they lapped around the ring while the crowd pleaded for Michelle to catch her prey. Eventually Kaley scampered back into the ring. Unfortunately for her, Michelle was hot on her heels. A sharp THWACK sounded as Michelle landed yet another chop to Cuoco's chest. "Don't worry," Michelle grins and shoves Kaley in the corner, "I won't shove my pussy in your face like Alba did." The brunette giggles and, as Kaley is preoccupied with rubbing her stinging chest, rips down the blonde's sweat pants. The crowd, eager to see some skin, initially cheers. But, instead of seeing Kaley in a skimpy pair of panties, they see a pair of athletic shorts and their cheers turn into dissapointed boos. Michelle shakes her head, "Now your'e just annoying the fans and for that, I'm going to have to punish you." Trachtenberg winds her arm and delivers another chop, causing Cuoco to fall on her ass. Michelle rips off Kaley's shirt, revealing her hot pink push-up bra before pivoting on her heel. "Who want to see me plant my ass on her face?" Michelle asks the crowd, whom responds with applause. Trachtenberg begins backing up but suddenly freezes. She looks down to see Kaley's foot protruding from between her thighs.

The crowd is rabid, reigning down jeers as Cuoco pounces on her victim. Grabbing a handful of hair, Kaley repeatedly slams Michelle's face in the canvas. The pale brunette's taunts about Kaley's humiliating defeat apparently struck a nerve with the tan blonde. Cuoco, after smashing Michelle's face, uses her fingernails to rip and shred her foe's yoga pants until they are completely torn from Michelle's body. Despite the crowd's disapproval of Kaley's attire and actions, they can't stifle their approval at the sight of Trachtenberg's pale ass. Michelle's outerwear wasn't the only clothing that pleased the crowd. Her ass cheeks were unveiled for all to see, covered only by a black thong that contrasted her bubbly porcelain backside. But even after stripping off Trachtenberg's bottoms, the crowd was still against Kaley, jeering her as she angrily tossed the tattered pants over the top rope.

With an exasperated sigh, Kaley used her foot to shove Michelle onto her back. With her opponent face-up, Kaley kneeled between Michelle's legs, grabbed two handfuls of her foe's sports bra and began tugging at it. Kaley's veins bulged as she tried to rip the top off; but no matter how much she tried, the sweat-soaked material clung to Michelle's sweaty rack like glue. Kaley didn't realize how much time she spent attempting to rip the top off and allowed her opponent time to recover.

Michelle struck out like a viper, rising up and nailing Cuoco with a vicious jab between the blonde's eyes, dropping her to the canvas. Unlike her opponent, Trachtenberg wasted no time stripping off Kaley's clothing with ease. Kaley's frantic screams rang through the arena as Michelle taunted, "Why are you acting so modest? Everyone has already seen nude pictures of your slutty naked body all over the internet!"

Cuoco, face red, arms flung over her bare breasts and shaved vagina, was too hysterical to prevent Michelle from settling her panty-clad tush right ontop of her anguished face. A couple minutes of muffled squeals and erratic thrashing later, and Kaley was knocked out. Michelle leaned forward, hooked one of Cuoco's tan legs, and leaned back as the ref performed an emphatic 3-count".

- Submission by jdo90

Maitland Ward vs. Kaley Cuoco (Oil Wrestling Match)

"An everpresent and worthy challenger for the TNA Championship belt despite her record, Maitland Ward was hellbent on proving her DNA was more 'fighter' than 'pair of tits' to be paraded around the CWF in skimpy attire. Perhaps even less believable a wrestler was Kaley Cuoco, who was only a handful of losses away from challenging for the Jobber Queen title. In fact, she was only a narrow one seed higher than the reigning Queen of Suck, Taylor Swift, in the ranks.

Staring face-to-tit with another fleshy demise was the surprisingly lethargic blonde; stripped topless like her counterpart, but unlike Ward, this feeling was unfamiliar and paralyzing for Cuoco. The actress' hesitance to drop her swaddling armbra left her taut tummy invitingly exposed, and after she was slung by the bicep into the corner with an oily *THWACK*, the redhead went to work on cracking the blonde's ribs. The crowd boisterously rang out in unison as Maitland hunched at the waist and drove spear-after-spear into Cuoco's flexing abdomen; each threatening to puncture the blonde's gut.

"ONE! TWO! THREEEE!! FOU---"

Suddenly the count stopped and an aura of shock washed over the onlookers. With her mouth hanging breathlessly agape from the relentless belly onslaught, Kaley finally dropped her armbra and slung her right wrist over the bent redhead's slender neck, tightening her bicep like a noose around Maitland's throat. The hunched actress let out a gutted, throaty grunt as Kaley lifted her thigh and drove the point of her knee square into Ward's bosom, a fleshy *CLAP* erupting from the impact, accompanied by a blinding mist of oil and sweat. Maitland's ruby-painted toes lifted off the canvas as her coiled frame curled around Cuoco's rippling thigh, hoarsely gagging as she collapsed back to a knee, genuflecting still in Kaley's unrelenting grasp. Ward's arms rushed to swaddle her pulsing abdomen, her heaving tits teardropping toward the canvas before she was pulled off her knees by a surprisingly revitalized Cuoco.

Bunny-hopping onto the bottom ropes, Kaley vaulted herself into the air with Maitland's skull still in-tow, using her momentum to spin toward the center of the ring and detonate Ward's forehead into the canvas. The shallow wading pool of oil exploded as if the two had cannonballed into it, coating the already drenched fighters as Ward went skull-first into the mat, trampolining off the springy canvas with a meaty *THUD*. The lifeless, splayed redhead gurgled and blew bubbles in the oil as she slumped face-down, fleshily twitching and pitching as her massive tits spilled out the sides of her slender frame, pancaked against the ground under her weight. Sloshing the convulsing porn star to her backside with a gentle shove to the shoulder to ensure she was left tits-up, Cuoco slid to a seat at Ward's hip, leaning over the awkwardly twisted and contorted redhead and degradingly pinching her cheeks together.

"Nice try, but stick to porn..." Cuoco quipped in a gruff parting shot before raising her arms in quiet victory."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Kaley Cuoco vs. Maria Kanellis
"With her sentence seemingly served as a middling Diva jobber, Maria Kanellis had burst onto the CWF scene as a new woman; and thanks to her vast experience in the ring, dominated the Flyweight division aside from a tiny blip of a loss to former Champion, Emily Addison. With a future title shot likely hanging in the balance, Kanellis was predictably skittish and tight, but as the bout wore on began to punish the dispiriting blonde.

Cuoco's flushed cheeks disappeared behind her loose, disheveled locks, wiping the moppy mane from her eyes as she knelt at Kanellis' side. The ailing blonde pressed awkwardly back to her feet, tenderly clutching her bare naked bosom as Maria tugged her into a Side Headlock, ripping the actress across the ring in a torrid sprint. Leaping into the air, Maria shifted her clutch to the back of Kaley's skull, attempting to sling the shambled blonde into the canvas with a Running Beautiful Bulldog. Only just as Kanellis vaulted off the ground, Kaley somehow liberated herself, instead slipping right through Maria's grasp and aiding the stumbling wrestler to the ground with a shove to her plump, bubbly ass.

Maria's bulbs lit up as she spun on her behind, swiveling right into a guillotining Roundhouse Kick from Cuoco. Kanellis' frame immediately buckled and lawnchaired to the canvas, her upper half trampolining off the springy mat before being strewn spread eagle. The catastrophic impact slung the lifeless redhead out of her skimpy, sheer bra, both of her perked tits spilling out the top of the somewhat displaced cups. Diving over Maria's twitching frame was Cuoco, who quickly secured a crossbody pin for the improbable 3-count."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins